okayy a couple things before you start reading. so as all of you wanted, i am making my imagines quite a bit longer now. also, i made a spotify playlist for these imagines (bc i'm actual fucking trash). & if any of you knew, all my imagines are based on songs in my spotify but not all are named after each song, only some. if that makes sense. anyway, if you want to listen to the songs that inspire each bichie imagine, my spotify is kylyn.ah i have a playlist w all of the songs i listen to on the daily (which is like over 200 songs lmao) & a separate bichie playlist which i will be constantly adding to as each imagine gets published. okay i'm done rambling now. enjoy ❤️
*aged up to 16*
Bill sits at his desk, anxiously tapping his fingers as he waits for the clock to strike one fifteen. He tunes out the teacher and becomes lost in his thoughts, thinking about the many things that are about to go down. Eventually, the time rolls around and Bill excuses himself to go the nurse as 'he's not feeling well'. He grabs his things and walks outside, heading towards the back of the gymnasium. As he's about to reach his destination, a pair of arms reach out from behind Bill and grab him. Bill yelps in surprise, a little bit of fear too.
"Now, you've got five seconds to put your hands up before I tickle you." A playful, low, deep voice threatens. Bill smiles to himself as he turns around.
"Richie!" he yells and slightly pushes the boy. "You s-scared me." Richie shrugs his shoulders as a smirk paints its way upon his face.
"You ready?" Richie asks. Bill nods his head and the two make their way to Richie's car. As Bill sits in the passenger seat, he's overcome by an abundant of smells. Marijuana, cigarettes, cheap cologne and car freshener. Bill looks over at Richie and smiles. "What?"
"Nothing," Bill says lightly as adoration covers his face. Richie relaxes and his head tilts slightly to the right. The two stare at each other for a few moments, their eyes speaking lovestruck words to one another.
"Holy fuck," Richie breathes out. "I want to kiss you so fucking bad."
"I-I know," Bill says and looks away. "Soon." he adds in a whisper.
"When's soon, Billy?" Richie's voice slightly shakes.
"I just h-h-have to find the right t-time," the story behind these two is that they're completely in love, the only problem is that Bill is with Stan. They've been together for nearly three years, Richie and Bill have been best friends their entire lives. Lately, Stan and Bill have been having some falling out and Bill has been spending extra time with Richie because of this. And evidently, the two began to fall for each other, fairly fast too.
"I know this is gonna sound really shitty, but I'm about to say fuck it. I want to kiss you. I want you to be mine and I want to do all these things with you. I know you've been with Stan for three years, but I've known you longer." Richie chuckles. "I'm tired of waiting. It's so hard to not rip all of my goddamn hair out because not having you is driving me insane. You're here, right in front of me and I can't even have you. Do you know how fucking hard that is?"
"I d-do," Bill says as he sucks in a sharp breath and looks back up at Richie with watery eyes and tear stained cheeks. Richie sighs and pouts his lower lip.
"Please don't cry, Billy." Richie wipes his face gently.
"I l-love you, Richie." Bill says through his tears.
"I love you too," Richie smiles and pulls out a cigarette and a lighter, handing them both to Bill. Bill gladly accepts and the two begin to chain smoke, as well as smoke a couple of bowls and talk about how they wish they could be together until it's time for them to go back inside. Richie locks his car and the two walk on inside and up to the losers, once spotted. Bill parts his way with Richie and stands next to Stan, lacing their fingers together.
